Taekook Oneshots

Black Butler

I'm not even gonna bother hiding it this time. Black Butler au. Here ya go, wonders!

"Good morning, young master. I trust that you slept well?"

Taehyung groans at the sound of the familiar polite voice, rolling onto the other side, and his butler chuckles lightly, drawing apart the curtains to make way for streams of sunlight, which fill the room with brightness. The sleepy aristocrat groans again, trying to bury his face into his pillow. "Ugh, I didn't want to wake up," he grumbles.

"Well, had I the opportunity to allow you a longer rest, I would have used it. However, you are due to receive visitors in two hours. I calculated that exactly an hour and fifty five minutes would be the optimal preparation time, as the rest of the household has already commenced with their own preparations, under my guidance of course."

Taehyung rolls over onto his back, sitting up reluctantly and rubbing his eyes with his fists, yawning. "Is today really the day my cousins and aunt come to visit? Ugh, I can't stand them," he mumbled. "I haven't seen them since before I met you. I really don't want to see them today, if I'm being honest."
"We must ensure that they don't get that impression. I'd like to ensure that you can keep your title despite your young age," his butler responds calmly.

Tae nods, flipping the duvet away from his body and swinging his legs over the side of the bed so that he can stand up. "You're right, as always," he replies. Then his eyebrows furrow in confusion, recalling something the other just said. "Wait, an hour and fifty five minutes? So why wake me up five minutes too early?"

The pale individual on the other side of the room crosses the space between them in mere seconds, his dark suit flapping ever so slightly with the movement, and Taehyung is left staring up at the other with an awed expression on his face. The makings of a smirk find their way onto the butler's face, and suddenly Tae understands perfectly why he was woken up five minutes early.

"Come on, young master, you should know me by now," he says simply, teasingly, and Taehyung rolls his eyes at that.
"Jungkook, of course I know you," he states, standing up to face the other male properly. His butler takes his chin in one slender hand, and presses their lips together gently. "You do this every morning," he adds on, after they've pulled away for a second.

"Is that such a bad thing?" Jungkook asks, sounding faintly amused, and Taehyung shakes his head, kissing the other again.
"Of course it isn't. I'm allowed to want to kiss my boyfriend," he points out. Jungkook holds his index finger over his lips.
"Shhh, don't say it so loudly," he warns, his gaze flitting towards the door. Taehyung nods quickly in understanding.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I understand."

Then Jungkook leaves to sort something out, and Taehyung looks down at his left hand, turning it over so that he can see the tattoo-like imprint on the centre of his palm, circular and geometric. His covanent, connecting him to his 'butler'. Or more accurately, the person he asked to be his butler as a cover story for the truth.

In reality, Jungkook is kind of like a demon, slave to him for the rest of his life. But once Tae dies, his soul will go directly to the other, for eternity. The mark on his hand is merely a reminder, something tying him to the other, so that they'll always be linked in some way shape or form.

He stands there for a few seconds, just thinking about how he's not scared of that eternity, because he's not scared of Jungkook anymore. To start with, he was completely terrified of the intimidating demon that arrived when he called out desperately for help from the world of the occult. But now, he's almost looking forward to that forever.

Love can do funny things to a person's view of the world, after all.

He rubs a hand over his face again, starting to get himself ready for the day. Jungkook did warn him that he only had two hours, and five minutes spare, so he needs to get sorted. His family members aren't bad people, they're just strict, and they have a very particular image and expectation of him. Living with just servants and a demonic butler in a massive house like this, they worry that he'll struggle to get by, and that he won't focus on the family business as much.